I am a primitive

A bright smile appeared on Huo Er's face...

"Bah…"

There was a small sound in the quiet room.

Something slipped from Huo Er's hand hanging on the edge of the kang, and after falling on the ground, it rolled forward for a while, and finally landed in an inconspicuous place and stopped.

This is a fruit core, the core of the fruit picked up by Huo Er and put in his pocket.

At this moment, there are some tooth marks on the core, and there are some gaps in some places.

This is what Huo Er was so hungry before, so he gnawed it out with his broken teeth when no one was around.

After this noise, the room became quiet again.

The sunlight outside the window quietly fell on Huo Er's smiling face, casting a layer of dazzling brilliance on her face...

Not long after, footsteps came from the door, along with the sound of spoons and bowls colliding.

Han Cheng, who was making wild fruit porridge while walking, appeared in the room. With a smile on his face, he walked briskly towards the place where Huo Er slept.

This is to give Huo Er a psychological hint, making her feel that her own matter is not serious.

Han Cheng who came to the front suddenly stopped. After standing in front of the kang for a while, he sighed and sat down on the edge of the kang facing the fire...

Three days later, a primitive woman cleaning the house with a broom swept the fruit core from an inconspicuous corner. She bent down to pick it up, held it in her hand and looked at it.

I was a little curious about what could bite marks on this fruit core. You must know that this kind of fruit core is the strongest, and sometimes it is not easy to break it open with a stone.

This strangeness didn't last long. She quickly threw the fruit core on the ground and continued to clean the house with a broom. The fruit core was mixed with other dust and debris...

(a bit uncomfortable)

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Sunshine is a very selfless thing, no matter good or bad, poor or rich, it does not hesitate to sprinkle its own brilliance and shroud them under its own light.

Of course, except for the corners where the sun doesn't shine.

Under the autumn sun, in a relatively flat place, there is a piece of thatched cottage that is not very neat.

The thatched hut is irregularly round, and the top is also irregularly round.

The thatched hut is not high, even the highest point of the thatched roof is only one meter above the ground.

There are about thirty or forty of these thatched huts, which seem to be a bit messy covering this area.

Around the thatched huts, there is a simple fence made of branches and stones to enclose this area. Although it is not tight, it can still give people a sense of security.

In the courtyard of this tribe, there are some women and some old people who are squatting on an open space in the middle of the courtyard, and are constantly beating something with a flat stick in their hands.

These are some vines that have been dried in the sun. These plants have some pods on them, and they are now mixed with the vines.

With the knocking of these shirtless people around the animal skin, the pods mixed in the vines will burst, and some gray-brown seeds will pop out from inside.

Some minors who were not afraid of getting their feet pierced just ran away barefooted on top of it.

Some pods were trampled open by them.

Of course, these small taupe particles are very slippery, and sometimes some minors will fall to the ground when their feet slip.

This kind of beating is nothing to these minors. They quickly got up from the ground after falling and continued to run on it.

The surroundings of this tribe with its round-roofed huts and simple fences are different from most tribes in this era.

Around this tribe, in a large area, not many trees grow.

These trees were obviously removed by humans.

In these places where there are not many trees, a lot of things grow.

In addition to some weeds, there are more vine-like plants growing, just like the ones that those people in the tribe are beating.

Many leaves on this vine-like plant have turned yellow, and many have fallen on the ground.

After the vines were lifted, there were scorched fine leaves falling on the ground underneath, and when the feet stepped on them, it would make the fine crackling sound unique to dead leaves.

Those who are physically stronger will bend down and grab the roots of the vines with both hands, uproot them, and put them aside.

Most of the people who do this kind of work are female primitive people with short skins.

Some less strong male primitives are also in this ranks, doing the same thing.

However, when these male primitives do this kind of thing, they are not fast, and most of them are overtaken by the female primitives around them.

It's not that these less muscular male hominids are slower than these female hominids.

It only takes a while to see why these male primitives are not working fast and lagging behind.

Because these guys squatting on the ground, after pulling out some of these vines, will pause for a while, and look up at the primitive females who bent over to pull out the vines not far in front of them.

After looking at it for a while, there will be some silent smiles, but no matter how you look at it, this smile has some obscene meaning in it...

In the middle of these domed grass houses, there is a circular house that is larger than the other houses.

At this time, a person emerged from the house.

All these houses face south and all the openings for people to enter and exit face south.

It was only after I got in that I realized that this kind of low-looking round thatched cottage actually has a universe inside.

The space inside it is much larger than what you think from the outside.

This is mainly due to the fact that the inside of these houses is not level with the ground, but has been artificially dug down a lot.

In this way, the height inside is also suitable for human survival.

The man followed the ridge dug out with tools at the entrance of the cave, bowed and walked out of the house step by step to see the scene in the courtyard.

This is a woman who is not young, as can be seen from her somewhat white hair and the two loose and drooping clumps in front of her.

She stood here for a while, then walked towards the middle of the courtyard.

It can be seen that this older female primitive has a high prestige in this tribe.

As she arrived, these people who were working all cast respectful glances at her and said something to greet her.